Forget the ridiculous plot, the stupid antics of Red Skelton and Bert Lahr, and focus on the breathtaking beauty and extraordinary brilliance of the magnificent Eleanor Powell. Her dancing is perfection, her artistry divine, and she's the greatest anti-depressant I've ever known. She's the greatest dancer Hollywood ever had and unfortunately MGM didn't put her into very good film projects. With the notable exception of Broadway Melody Of 1940, her films had a silliness to them that made them minor films except for her superlative dancing, this film included. The 2 main dances she does here are off the charts great, especially the Matador dance, which is my personal favorite of all her filmed dances. Admittedly I have a crush on Eleanor the size of the Grand Canyon making it difficult for me to be objective. I have this film on my DVR and fast forward through the scenes she isn't in, watch her dances several times, and have a wonderful time watching the gorgeous, charming, and very charismatic Eleanor Powell. She alone is more than enough reason to watch Ship Ahoy. By the way, did I happen to mention how hopelessly in love I am with Eleanor Powell?
Review of Ship Ahoy
